Tonight, as I was laying in Shavasana at the end of yoga, it occurred to me that during the past hour, I hadn't thought about my looming unemployment even once. And I thought, this is why I love yoga. This is why I love hiking. Because, for that short amount of time, all the craziness in my head goes away. And then I realized just how truly f-ed up I am. Because here's what I AM thinking about during yoga: Please don't come back here, please don't come back here (directed at the instructor) Am I doing this right? Do I look fat in this pose? Don't look at the mirror, you probably look ridiculous. Is this class going to be too hard for me? Is this class going to be too easy for me? What if I'm not burning enough calories? What's the girl next to me doing? What am I supposed to do with my hands? Am I pushing myself too hard? If it's that uncomfortable, does that mean I'm doing it wrong? Am I not pushing myself enough? Does laying
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